It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.
Nothing is swifter than our years.
When you have set yourself a task finish it.
Love is a credulous thing.
Beauty- it was a favor bestowed by the gods.